The fog released its midnight shadow
All those who saw met the gallows
Its true form was seen as sin
they feared to let its image in
For they believe in there own words
and force the faith of those who heard
But now the fog has come again
and all their lies will finally end.
The way is shut,
the light is dead
their hearts are cut
the bloods been shed
The eyes are sealed
our hands are sliced
his flesh is peeled
my blood is ice
the secrets dead
the lies are free
I know their souls
but they cant see me.
The waves roll from the edge of the Earth
the Sun and Moon sit upon their perch.
The sky is dressed in sapphire gown
and proudly wears its rainbow crown.
From which mountain does time spring
what secrets do the grand Oaks sing.
The stars grin with ancient pride
including the stars that rest inside.
For they know the four notes the creator sang
When reality was born from its violent bang.
Poetry, Fiction and Art
A Life's Worth of Observations from a Songwriter and Sound Engineer
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